Chapter 4 Truth or Dare

"Stop yelling at each other!!!" Tara screamed at the silent dinner table. She looked at the twins. "You know I'm sensitive and so is Fear. She keeps cringing in her seat when you scream."

That ended the mental fight. The rest of the meal was total silence. I was not allowed to help with the dishes again. So Chris and I went back into the sitting room to play deuces wild again. I was better this time and started betting skittles. I didn't like them anyway.

We were bored again. So we played truth or dare. I always hated this game. I picked truth when it was my turn.

"Is it true," he started, "that… you are an army brat?"

"No. My family likes to hunt and dad is overprotective," I answered honestly. "Truth or dare?"

He smiled, "Dare."

"I dare you to get along with Bree for two days and you cannot go to your room, or ignore her, or avoid her, and this includes the mental realm as well as the physical," I knew it was impossible but wanted to see if he would agree to it.

"That's impossible," he complained. "However since my self imposed alternative involves getting naked and walking around the house, and the fact that I do not want to scar your virgin eyes, I will accept this challenge. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." he groaned.

"How do you expect to play a fair game if you choose truth on all your turns?" he asked.

I smiled, "I'm simply making up for all your dares. Truth or dare?"

"You tricked me," he accused. "However," I rolled my eyes, "since I am the bigger person I will choose…dare."

"I dare you to move your hair from your eyes every time you think about mine," it was the only thing I could come up with. He took my hair clips and pinned his hair back. They were red again.

"I can't every time. That's all I would be doing," he explained.

"If that isn't a load of crap," said Bree. "Come on boy. Man up."

He rolled his eyes and looked at me. See. I told you, was his mental reply.

"So what are we playing tonight?" asked Bree sitting between us on the couch.

"Truth or dare," we said at the same time.

"I wanna play," she said. "Tara's gone to bed." I looked at the twins. This was going to be unfair, they knew most everything about each other.

"Ok." was all I could say.

"Fear," she began, "truth or dare?"

I looked in her eyes. She was hiding her question. "Truth."

"So you won't even choose dare with her," was Chris's reply.

"How long have you liked…" she paused. I glanced over at him and held my breath. She smiled. "Hunting?"

"All my life," I answered. "Chris, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he answered. "I'm trying reverse psychology now."

I laughed. "If a ship was sinking, none of your family is on it, but several of your friends were who would be the first person you would save?"

"Whoa!" said Bree. "That's intense."

"Who's on the boat?" He asked.

"Ten of your closest friends," I answered.

"The first one I reach," he said. "Then I would go back till I save as many as I could. Fear, Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he groaned.

"Is it true you've never been kissed?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Truth or dare?" Bree asked looking at me.

"Truth."

"Come on," Bree said. "You gotta pick dare sometime or we'll know everything about you."

"Fine," I said giving in. "Dare. Happy now?"

"Extremely. I give this dare opportunity to my brother who is in this room with us at this moment."

"Great," I groaned.

"I dare you to admit something you've never told any one else, but it can't be anything impersonal. For example, you can't say something like 'I saw Bree kiss the tree,' sorry Bree. First name came to mind." he said.

"Lenore's mom isn't mine," I said.

"Yeah right," Bree said. I looked her in the eyes.

"She doesn't know," I told them the story of my birth. "Dad told me when I needed my birth certificate for my driver's license. He knew I would look at the names. My mother was Sherri Hill. Her parents called her Cherry. I've never met them."

"Why did he not tell you sooner?" asked Bree.

"He said they were really weird and believed in werewolves and such. They did try to kidnap me from the hospital. But were caught and disappeared," I was silent for a while. "He didn't want me to tell anyone because Lenore would eventually find out. Her mom accepted me as her own child till the divorce. She promised not to tell anyone and still act as if I were her first born."

"Wow," Chris whispered after an awkward silence. "What did you do when you fount out?"

"You remember the weeks I was silent?" I asked. "I didn't talk to anyone. I only read, ate, and slept. I wondered how he could keep such a secret from me. He didn't cry when he told me. He said they married too young. The only reason they were married was because she was pregnant. He did say he loved her, but she was too immature. He doesn't regret me," I said on a happy note. "Bree, truth or dare?"

"How can you live with that? I mean have you even tried to meet your grand parents?" she asked.

I got off the floor and went to my room.

Chris's POV

I watched Fear tell her story. I couldn't understand how her father could keep a secret so long from his family. Bree couldn't take the hint to drop the subject. As soon as Fear left, she turned to me.

"Can you believe that?" she asked outraged. "I think she's lying. "I mean her father can't keep what he got her for Christmas a secret."

"You could have taken the hint to change the topic," I said. "She trusted us enough to tell."

"Crap," she said hitting her head on the back wall. "I mean we should have picked up on that before. We're psychic for Christ's sake!!"

"You know I can't read her mind. Even when me and you are trying to get past her barriers, its impossible. She only lets us in when she wants to. Has Tara ever tried?" I asked.

"She can't. She tried during those weeks of silence. That seems to be when we tried the hardest," She thought a few moments. "We've never tried while she's sleeping."

"Yeah, we did," I said. "The first time she stayed over, before the silence period. She was having a nightmare and we couldn't wake her from it. I broke through a few moments and saw 'it.'" It was horrible. Death and destruction surrounding some sort of monster. Fear was his next victim. He shoved his claw through her body. I retreated back to my mind before I could see her die. A few seconds later she woke panting, not remembering anything.

"You could do it again," She said. "Just to see if she's telling the truth."

"No. She was telling the truth."

"How do you know?" she asked angrily.

"How do you not?" I asked before leaving to talk to Fear. Bree growled angrily.

I knocked on my bedroom door. "Come in Chris." She called from the closet. I sat on my bed that now held her precious red and blue bull.

"What do you need," She asked her voice muffled by the wall.

"I came to apologies for Bree." She came out of the closet and sat on the floor at my feet.

"Why?" was all she said. "Aren't you asking the same questions?" She started glaring at me.

"I know you. You tell the truth when playing games and lie only when necessary. I can tell when you lie." She raised one of her dark brows. "Your mental voice tells the truth. Bree can't hear it. She's too absorbed in the future to pay attention to the present."

She sat there staring at the floor. "Why can't I go in the kitchen?" she asked finally.

"That's Bree and Tara's 'sanctuary.' They will cook and clean everything. I like to cook, occasionally, but won't unless they are sick, or I want to do something special."

"How mad is she at me?" She asked.

"She'll be fine by tomorrow," I said waiting knowing there was more she wanted to ask me.

"Why do your eyes turn red?" I knew this question has been bothering her since the first time we met.

She was talking to Bree about some classes. I hadn't ever noticed her before. She was a little overweight, but that's the way we wolves liked our girls. Her brown hair was in a messy bun like she got fed up with it. Her glasses were on top of it and she was laughing. My hair had been cut so when my eyes changed there was no hiding it. Everyone cleared a path before me. Bree sucked in a breath of air. Fear finally turned to see me. She only smiled and said "Hi, I'm Fear. You must be Chris." This was the first time any who saw my eyes and had not ran.

"I don't know why. They only turn when you're around," I got off my bed and went to Nat's room.

I could still smell Fear. I smiled as I took out her hair clips. I stretched before taking off my clothes and put on in my favorite Aero smith CD and zoned out the rest of the house, and started changing into the animal I was. I always slept in wolf form.